Page 65 of When Love Takes Over
“Of course. I’m just surprised to see you.”
“I’m done for the day, and since I didn’t see you for lunch?—”
“Shit!” He looked at his watch. “Damn, baby. I had a few meetings, and when I got back to my office, I dove right into some paperwork. I lost track of time.”
“It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not fine, and I apologize.”
“You’re literally running a company, so I understand, but since you made such a big deal about me leaving this morning without saying goodbye, here I am.”
He laughed. “I was pretty sure I’d have to give you a few reminders before you listened.”
“Well, you were wrong. I won’t take up too much of your time.”
“Why are you being so formal?” he asked.
“I’m not being formal, just respectful of your time.”
“C’mere.”
“Kenzo, it’s not that serious.”
“C’mere, Malyah.”
“I’d rather talk to you from here. I’ve been working since six o’clock, and I smell like food.”
“Do I look like a give a damn? Bring your pretty ass over here.”
I stood and went to the other side of his desk. When I tried to lean against it, he pulled me sideways onto his lap. He pulled me close and draped his arm over my waist.
“What did I tell you this morning?” he asked.
“You said a few things this morning. Are you asking about something specific?”
“Who am I?”
“Kenzo Goode III.”
“Oh, you got jokes, I see. Who am I to you?”
“My fake husband.”
He lifted my left hand and pointed at my ring.
“Ain’t shit fake about this ring or the vows we took. I am your husband, which means you can interrupt me anytime you choose.”
“Yes, the ring and vows are real, but remember, we’re nothing more than friends with benefits.”
“Did I feel like your friend when my dick was buried in the deepest parts of your guts? Did I feel like your friend when my tongue explored every crevice of your pussy? Did I feel like your friend when my dick repeatedly hit the back of your tonsils? Did I?—”
“Okay, damn. I get it. We have great sexual chemistry, but that doesn’t mean we’re more than friends.”
He nodded, but it was obvious he didn’t agree with me.
“If that’s what you need to tell yourself to sleep better at night. I guess I’ll see you at home.”
He kissed my forehead and tapped my thigh. I hesitated to stand, but when I did, he immediately moved his chair closer to his desk. I felt compelled to say something but was at a loss for words, so I left without even saying goodbye.
